P-E-R-E-Z made the beat, so I R-A-P on it desperately
Aim the M-A-C on you vertically, C-L-I-P-M-T's easy
Win P-M-A's at MTV, blaze sweet prime, hey we N2 deep
U-B-M-I-A sent to sleep, greedy my way, it's meant to be
I-B-K-M-C-G-I-C-I, get high, R-D-A-Y-R-E-D-I's won't see me cry
Low tier, bye bye, we all gon' die, but until that day you can't * with my clique
To be more exact, you couldn't * with a bitch, now you have the wildest dreams of getting bucked by fit
To the whole industry, you can suck my *
We heard your last song, you sounded whack on it, your whole advance gone, your tracks is not wanted
You need to pass on, and put some grass on it, we made the beat
And we gon' rock on it, we gon' rock on it, we gon' rock on it
We heard your last song, you sounded whack on it, your whole advance gone, your tracks is not wanted
You need to pass on, and put some grass on it, we made the beat, and we gon' rock on it
Must be the star of me, women and drugs are part of me, see life as a movie, co-starring me
And when it gets hard and heavy, I'm asking God to help me
But it's all good, I just miss my man Rob and Kelly
I'm old school like Fonzarelli, you can't hold the mic, your palms too sweaty
Keep wishin' like Rob and Kelly, wanna stop me from movin', I grip like Pirelli
When I call, you're back, I'm back, I'm back, I'm back, I'm back
Piss on your celly, you make me sick in my belly, talkin' * on a daily
You're unreal from my bones to the dick of my pellies
Listen, don't tell me that we sound like the rest do
Plus, I really thought you was hard before I met you
We're like the Tower of Pisa, and track millions
Me and my crew, we like pizza, thick as Sicilians
Still buildin', floor for floor like skyscrapers
Still scribble thoughts on white paper
We heard your last song, you sounded whack on it, your whole advance gone
Your tracks is not wanted, you need to pass on, and put some grass on it
We made the beat, and we gon' rock on it, we gon' rock on it, we gon' rock on it
We heard your last song, you sounded whack on it, your whole advance gone
Your tracks is not wanted, you need to pass on, and put some grass on it
We made the beat, and we gon' rock on it
I got a Spitz 16 on it, they got my team cornered
Police warrants, got a C's on it, C enormous, hard to breathe normal
Who told you we had to be formal, perform vocal, this is what'll make us immortal
We rap connoisseurs, rap on all the bombs, rap at corner stores
Back with foreigners, stash the gold and bronze
We holdin' arms, shakin' hands, marinaras, makin' plans
On it, on it, on it, on it, on it, on it, on it
On the yards with a hundred, they can land, gotta expand
And plant your own fruits and foods, cause the chemicals they use
Mutate our youths, at their funerals, in their best suit and shoes
Closin' the lid, disposable frozen steps
How we supposed to live, if we ain't supposed to live
Most them kids, hope that my ghost will drift
And turn bigs into a featherweight
They wanna send bigs to a better place, they wanna see bigs enter the heaven's gates
We heard your last song, you sounded whack on it
Your whole advance gone, your tracks is not wanted
You need to pass on, and put some grass on it
We made the beat, and we gon' rap on it
We heard your last song, you sounded whack on it
Your whole advance gone, your tracks is not wanted
You need to pass on, and put some grass on it
We made the beat, and we gon' rap on it
We heard your last song, you sounded whack on it
Your whole advance gone, your tracks is not wanted
You need to pass on, and put some grass on it
We made the beat, and we gon' rap on it
We heard your last song, you sounded whack on it
Your whole advance gone, your tracks is not wanted
You need to pass on, and put some grass on it
We made the beat, and we gon' rap on it